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After Eight Moments…

.   Oh, peculiar sightWhen a sun draped in soft cloudsLooks just like the moon…    . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; The sun setting on Montréal this evening, looking like the moon because of its cloudy night robe.

After Eight Moment · Blogging · Me myself and I · Montreal · poetry · short · Thoughts

After Eight Moments…

. Out on a hunt, Under the moonlit skies… I silently howl, Soft muffled cries… Looking up to the clouds My sorrows, I carry. I’m looking for your silhouette In this blurred out city…   . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired;…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…

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After Eight Moments…

. Mother Nature’s creativity Is beyond me… How she manages To paint the sky So many different pastel shades Every coming sunset Truly is one of Life’s wonders… Never twice the same, Yet never close to disappointing.   . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…

Blogging · poetry · Thoughts

My sky’s your sky…

My sky’s your sky So far, or so near… Miles are meaningless Between us My dear… Life could drag me Unexpectedly Away from you, Just look up To our sky, and You won’t be so Blue… I’ll send cloudy Doves, delicate and White as snow. Silent flying messengers Just so You know… My heart is…… Continue reading My sky’s your sky…

Blogging · Daily Prompt · Montreal · nature

7 days, 7 photos Challenge – day 2

“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.” I was challenged by Madame Suze   And for day 2, I challenge The Bag Lady 🙂

Blogging · Dreams · Fiction

When I dream, I dream alone…

  No need to involve others in the madness…. My quest was above me, out of sight in the clouds I walked along a roaring river, my path wanting me to follow it, but I hesitated The trees seemed to be watching me. The birches like horses drinking water at the shore turned to say,…… Continue reading When I dream, I dream alone…

Blogging · Denmark · poetry

Sailing the skies…

    Sometimes,  waves are not an ocean matter… Sometimes things are just not what they seem… Dreams travel on swells made of clouds, skies meet the sea… A bridge over waters, only bright eyes can see…